Space Arena

[Flannigan Mcnash]

This is a gambling den and it does have guards, the location is unknown as only specific shuttles will allow access to the station and it's location. Feel free to join.​

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Scattered throughout the seedy dens and other areas of the galaxy there have been sent a Jackals, not the canine kind the pirate kind, and they were out there talking about a fighting ring, the kind where people died, a ring where people and animal fought for the amusement and adulation of a crowd. You'd be able to join, there were shuttles leading to these illegal rings, the admission for the privilege to watch was 1,000 credits.

As light skewed and vision dazed, and the hyper drive was activated the world became a blur of brilliant light dazzling across the windows of the shuttle, it was than that when the world became whole they saw it, dark grey contrasting with the black of space, and the occasional white ray of dull light leaking from a distant star. The space station was four hundred meters in length. It consisted of a central cube surrounded by many interconnected cylinders, with panels of light, its was built off geometric shapes with squares boxes at each end. It was than in a shower of steam the shuttled connected and you were harried into the station.

It was dingy and old with its better days behind it, there were graffiti and trash that littered its side and the occasional thug just out of sight, pirates acting as guards, this place was on its head, but you didn't have time for that. Moving along with the crowd you made your way to a large room, it had a lowered floor four meters going down, it was than that your eyes adjusted and you saw them, standing in the middle of a raised stand, a large metal monster and next to him prompt up on a bed of cushions a Hutt.

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"Ladies and gentlebeings." it was course and rough like rocks in a hessian sack, it came from the metallic monster, it was made of plates of durasteel, the panels were painted and the mask was sharp with an almost skull like motif. "The pit awaits those who will enter it, only one leaves with their life and freedom, the loser dies or joins the slaves!"


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[member="Mongo Booshi Mella"] [member="A.D.A.M."] [member="Zane Hara"] [member="Break"] [member="Orn'komad "][member="Paislee Armandé"] [member="Fiarr Zikri'tvo"] [member="Haaza Kutter"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Tentoa]

Mongo looked out over the gathering crowd, snorting through his flat nostrils as he scanned over the occupants of the arena with his oleaginous, lidless eyes. The hutt grabbed his hookah and took a deep toke from the nozzle. The vile being had called in one of his personal dancing girls for the fight; but instead of letting her lay beside him he had her thrown into the arena along with a rather furious, spice-fueled akk dog. The only weapon given to the twi'lek was a thin vibroknife that was well past worn.

The hutt let loose an acrid wave of smoke from his wide maw and then began to speak in huttese, followed by the translation from his protocol droid. who spoke with a tender, almost timid tone."THe Great Mongo has declared this dancing girl is no longer of use to him- if she is able to best this wild beast in the arena then she is free to go- if not, another slave will be sent in after her. And then another until one of them proves worthy of freedom."

Finishing his short speech the hutt reached into a nearby pot, taking a squirming eel of some sort within his fat claw and chucked the slimy creature into his wide mouth, eating it whole.​

 

[Carlos]

A short, fat human made his way through the stands he carried a small box which was strapped to his chest, inside was a variety of dead animals on sticks. Waving one of the sticks about he spoke. "Come a get your fresh salamander sticks, man! Killed them today I did, you know." Rolling his 'r's as he spoke, he had a very distinct accent.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis would pop out of the stand, looking to where he heard the voice, quickly jumping out of his stands and over other peoples chairs he would get to the man, paying no attention to the grumbles of the people he just walked through, "So, how many salamanders on sticks do you have, also, how many things not on sticks do you have?" he would inquire, wondering as to what a salamander on a stick would even taste like.
[member="Carlos"]

 

[Carlos]

The fat man would run his greasy fingers over his mustache. "As much as you can see here, you know." He'd wave the salamander in front of Thraxis' face. "One for five credits, three for twelve. You can have the whole box for-" The sentece would trail off as he ran his hand through his hair, thinking over the deal. "the whole box is not for sale, you know man."

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis would look to the man, running his hands through his hair, mimicking his movements, "Ah, but you see the whole box is for sale, for only 80 credits." he would exclaim, looking at him, hoping his at best mediocre haggling would be enough to get what he wanted, though the old man looked like an aged veteran of the sales Thraxis knew, this victory would not come easy.
[member="Carlos"]

 

[Carlos]

Carlos would shake his head. "Only three per person." He'd lick his lips as he eyed the youngster. Carlos had morals, and that was to never sell everything you own to one person. "This box is not for sale man."

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

"Ok then, see all the people on the front row. Yeah? I'm buying for them as well." he would respond, keeping a blank face thinking this was how you made business with a food salesman.
[member="Carlos"]

 

[Carlos]

"No! Give them the money and they can buy it themselves, you know." He'd look towards the front row, waiting to see if any of them were even paying attention to what was going. But it didn't appear so.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

"Okay, Okay, fine then, I will buy 4 Salamanders on a stick for 15 creds, how about that?" he would say, realizing the aged veteran was going to stand his ground and not budge.
[member="Carlos"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"]

The first challenger limped into the arena, a woman in battered armor that had once been ornate. In shape, anyway: the whole thing was dark unvarnished phrik, with sharp rosettes at the knees and elbows, and not a hint of gilt, lights, electronics or frills. The face was uncompromising, a death's-head Tenloss Warrior Helm in red and black. It didn't quite match the armor, and Ashin didn't quite care. Through her helmet's eyepieces, and from under the hood of a red armorweave cloak, she scrutinized the scene: a drugged akk dog the size of a horse, and a scantily clad twi'lek with a worthless vibroblade. So far the girl had managed to keep the critter at bay, taking wounds in the process. The fight had been going on for a brutal six seconds when the akk dog's armored tail crashed into the girl and threw her across the fighting pit. She slid to a halt by Ashin's feet.

One gauntleted hand plucked the worn old vibroblade from the twi'lek's hand as the akk dog began what should have been the final charge. Even with some miracle throw or perfectly timed dodging stab, the dog had enough momentum to turn the fallen girl into a smear. Clearly, perfection and miracles weren't going to be enough.

Ashin Varanin had one specialty, perhaps in defiance of those Master-level jokers who claimed to be among the best ever at three or four or twenty-eight things. Ashin was very, very good at not moving.

A nimbus of distortion surrounded the armored woman as she set her stance, a forward-heavy position from classical martial art. She anchored herself to everything below and in front of her, drew herself inexorably downward, made herself immovable.

Two thousand pounds of spiced-up akk dog ran into her like a puppy meeting a concrete wall. Vertebrae snapped audibly. The mess slouched at her feet. Behind her, the twi'lek gasped.

"Why is it," said Ashin in a voice cold as the better parts of Hell, her helmet's vocoder carrying her words to all corners of the arena, "that men want to see beautiful things destroyed? Cast aside, trampled, or overcome? Why do you fantasize about defeating oversexualized women, hm? And why, for the love of all that's holy, do women go along with it?"

She raised the buzzing vibroblade and leveled it at the Hutt.

"I'll fight in your arena, boys." The expression had nothing colloquial or good-natured about it. It was pure cold contempt. "Send your best. I'm in the mood to teach a lesson."

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan was standing guard up on the stands. He wore his ever present brown trench coat, the coat was once a beautiful fine master piece, now it was stained, shot up and practically burnt. The coat wrapped itself tightly around some simple durosteel armor. At his right thigh a DL-18 was holstered the words 'Sunshine' could be seen sketching into its handle. He wore two wrist mounted weapons, on his left wrist a M99 Rocket system and on his right a CZ Wrist-Mounted Flame Projector. Strapped around him, and hanging off his back was a Raven Gauss Rifle, with an Augmented Shooting Tool equipped. And in his hands he held a SG-82 Sonic Rifle.

As he saw the women take down the akk dog go down, he was astonished. Never had he seen that happen. But then things turned sour, when the women raised the blade to Mongo. With an almost robotic movement, Cadan would flick the sonic rifle around onto his back and draw his Raven Gauss Rifle and aim down the sights putting Ashin at the center.

Using his comm link Cadan would contact Flannigan. "Everything alright done there boss?" He saw the womans lips move and he heard the statement, but he didn't take her out of his line of sight.

[member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

It wasn't something he encouraged, it certainly could sprout ideas of defiance and in a powder keg like this it wasn't something you'd let burn its course, but live a little. "The Twi'lek, wins her freedom. And we have a new challenger." he'd turn with up raised arm's the cybernetic turning and rolling with an intricate buzz and hum, it ran from the upper to the lower abdomen, the plates shuddering with movement.

He slumped in his chair, before giving [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"], a look that might of counted as pleased if it wasn't for the narrow points and sharp edges of his mask, it gave him a dangerous look, as if he was back from the dead, well he was in some ways. "He's got spirit, now lets see spirit vs brutality."

| [member="Cadan Tazi"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"] |​

 

[Tentoa]

The hutt pulled the pipe free from his lips and let his mouth hang open for a few moments, a heavy chortle followed after a brief few moments of silence; it was the kind of laughter where one holds their stomach and doubles over for the duration of it. Mongo was truly amused by the woman's antics of heroism and as his laughs settled and the last smoke of his hookah billowed out of his maw he spoke up to her, all the while grabbing into his pot for another of the slimey critters he seemed to enjoy.

"Ree tee. Whao uba banag bai doth wa yahaa, Jee hatkocanh jot uba doth wa yahaa. We'll sweeten bu cah wa dondichola bom bom, whao uba babcenetky bai pasa doe tytung hunto manbesa see tah bahana, tytung tobaya datka jeejee gee du tee. Jee hatkocanh jot uba ritke wamma um baw wah jedahag dee baua goba sonla chik fet dokoi che twa jedahag dah mee pankpa cay uba. Danag bla la doth tee patka dowapkem; wonkee woy uba canta Dobra tee noka bu slaves doptkee dah cohou?"

«"The Great Mongo declares that If you want to be a hero, he'll let you be a hero. he'll sweeten the pot a bit too, if you manage to survive all ten rounds of this arena, every disgusting beast we have in our menagerie tonight. he'll let you just pay for the freedom of the other seven dancing girls up to fight for their freedom on your ship with you. His excellency says he knows they're not cost effective; why do you think he's not putting the labor slaves out on show?"»

Mongo settled back into his chair and stared down at [member="Ashin Varanin"] with a rather insipid expression, as insipid as could be for his amorphous figure. He tossed one of the slimy eel-like creature into his chops and spoke up again. "E noa-a ritke vehpobaee bu che copah bom bom, an dooo whao uba cha logna kuna kee yoieu bu pankankeu see bla uba woy wa kaae dan. Dogocha don keemon dokwacha um baw wah hih jakola whao uba nem; whao tee Jee hatkocanh ritke dwana hoohah mo bai cuee sauve kotky du kacay see mee bauparai."

«"The Great Mongo states he'll be fair about the price too, and even if you don't win you'll get the satisfaction of knowing you did a little good. Seventy thousand for the whole lot if you live; if not he'll just sell them off to more gentle masters in memory of your spirit."»

Mongo then waved his hand, signalling for [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] to order someone to go and fetch a few more rabid creatures from the menagerie and then fetched for the nozzle of his pipe, enjoying another toke of the hookah.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Mongo Booshi Mella"]

The armored woman spun the vibroblade experimentally.

"You have a deal."

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"Release the Anoobas."​

It was with that the cage rose and five canine creatures stepping out, they had beaks like birds but with defined points and each paw ending in long curling daggers that padding across the floor, long slender tails breaking from their spine with a flurry of quills painting the uppermost ridge of the back. They snarled forming a line drifting ever so closer to [member="Ashin Varanin"], circling him. A snare most common in pack animals, but no less dangerous for it.

| [member="Cadan Tazi"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"] |​

 

[Eddie]

Claudius was sitting in the front row, always wanting to see a good fight. He paid 1,000 credits to watch this and was hoping to get his money's worth... looks like he may yet as the armored woman fought a beast.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Chiasa had received an invitation from the leader of the Jackals, one [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] to come see his most recent achievement, and in the interest of continuing a thus far productive relationship, she had indeed come. It was likely good she was only arriving now. Seeing a Twi'lek dancer thrown into the pits by a Hutt would almost certainly not have gone over well with the once-dancer who'd had to fight in an arena herself before. Besides, it was wasteful. The girl could earn far more credits in her dancing life than she ever could in one short fight on the sands.

The tiger-striped Twi'lek did so hate to see waste and lost credits.

As it was, she came in just in time to see the Anoobas make for the armoured figure, and this seemed fair enough. If Emberli was any indication there were folks who actually enjoyed taking part in this sort of thing.

"McNash, you're doing rather well for yourself. If you didn't deliver every time I'd almost think I paid you too much."

she teased.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

There was a tremor from the lowest point of his durasteel chest plate to where it lapsed, the bulge and press of the respirator system in his cybernetics could be seen at times, it was laughter or atleast as close as the cyborg could come to it. "[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], I'm glad you came. I feared you wouldn't, this is [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"], one of my buisness partners." he gestured to the Hutt's repulsive girth with a dab of his pointed finger. "Mongo, this is [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]." he leaned towards him whispering, the audible click and rattle of the cybernetics could be heard. "Leader of the Red Ravens, largest crimal organisation in the known galaxy."

"Take a seat, we've got ourselves a promising challenger."​

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| [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] |​

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis would look over to [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] and [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"], "So then, what exactly do we have ready for tonight Captain?" he would inquire, even Thraxis was not aware as to the events that were scheduled tonight. "Is it just going to be a bloodbath between some random hero and some wild beasts, or do we have some beast vs beast shows or maybe we can send some people from the crew to fight with this fool?" he would further his query, excited by the event of blood that had been prepared by his Captain and the Wealthy Hutt.